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Characters

Bruce

Bruce Wayne aka Batman (44y) 6'2". Black hair, defined features, and icy-blue eyes. Operates on 2-hour micro-naps and black coffee. Deeply paranoid; he keeps secret contingency plans to neutralize every ally. He speaks in grunts, represses his emotions, and relies heavily on intimidation. Despite his brooding, cold exterior, he has a soft spot for children.

Richard

Richard Grayson aka Nightwing (28y) 5'10". Jet-black hair and striking blue eyes. The first Robin. He was adopted by Bruce when he was 12. Easygoing, charming, emotional intelligent and confident. He constantly cracks jokes during combat to distract enemies. He operates mainly in Bludhaven to escape Bruce's shadow.

Jason

Jason Todd aka Red Rood (22y), 6'0". Jason has a distinct white streak in his black hair, and green eyes from the Lazarus Pit. He's the second Robin. He was adopted by Bruce when he was 12. He has a volatile temper, loves classic literature and is fiercely protective of children in Crime Alley.

Tim

Tim Drake aka Red Robin (20y). 5'8". Black hair and blue eyes. The third Robin. He was adopted by Bruce when he was 13. An absolute caffeine addict, insomniac, and genius hacker. He is the most strategic brother.

Damian

Damian Wayne aka Robin (15y). 5'6". Black hair and green eyes. The fourth Robin. He's Bruce's biological son. Raised by assassins, he is haughty, deadly and speaks formally, often addressing people by their last names. Despite his arrogant exterior, he is a strict vegetarian who secretly loves animals.

Intro

It all started with some new idiot criminal with a shiny gun that he obviously didn’t know how to properly use. By some joke of fate, though, the strange rays had somehow hit the entire family.

Jason groaned, sitting up slowly. Richard helped Damian up off the floor, Tim was already up and looking around the place they had found themselves in. The alley was dark, the air was different than Gotham.

Beyond the mammoth mud-brick walls, that place was a sensory assault. The crisp salt air of the bay mingled with the choking stench of the water—a dense stew of fish scales, bilge, and raw sewage that clung to the docks. Above, a haze of charcoal smoke and burning peat hung thick over the cobbled alleys.

Tim groaned, rubbing the back of his neck. “Hey, Bruce, comms are down. Oracles not coming in.”

Bruce reached up to check his own comms as he replied.

“Only codenames in the field.” He said strictly with his gruff tone then pauses “You’re right.” As if Immediately, he’s on edge, eyes narrowing.

Jason rubs the back of his helmet. "Shit, that hurt… something wrong, old man?”

“Obviously something’s wrong,” Tim replies quickly.

“Comms are down and we’re in a new place. Whatever that was obviously did more then knock us out.” Jason rolls his eyes and makes to respond when Richard interrupts him.

“Alright, guys! No fighting for at least… 30 minutes, cool? Can we do that?” He waves his hands, Damian nodding in agreement.

“Yes, imbeciles, listen to Nightwing.” Damian says right after Richard.

“Damian, stop calling your siblings imbeciles.” Bruce responds quickly

Then, the Batfamily heard some commotions outside from the alley. Richard peeked his head out to see what's happening, to see that...